We haven’t been doing well since...” I shrugged apologetically. “I haven’t been sleeping, having difficulties with relationships. Dr. Spencer ...aid I’d developed a Sexual Aversion Disorder and some other things. It’s been hard on me and that’s been hard on my whole family.” I paused with a frown on my face as if lost in thought. Dr. Spencer was behind him and gave me a nod and a thumbs up. I blinked, as if I’d just realized what I was doing and looked at him. “I’m sorry doctor. You wanted to. Songeet was a second generation Indian-American whose family was of Panaji. She was a meek girl: not very tall, hourglass figure bordering on thin and always very quiet. She was quite pretty: long black hair stretching to the small of her back, soft curves and caramel brown skin. She was quite cute, but no one really talked to her much because of the language barrier. She was in America with her aunt, a cleaning woman in the local hospital. Her parents were still in India, but had sent. Breanne told her which one she liked the best and Casey decided to wear it. She stripped down to her lacy white underwear and dressed in front of her.It consisted of black cowboy boots, denim shorts and a button up creamy colored blouse. The blouse, loose and made of soft cotton had a lacey pattern on it. Hip.Casey had just ordered new shorts online. She loved shorts. She would wear them whenever she could to show off her tanned legs. The shorts showed nice upper leg and had frayed denim. ‘Not here,’ he hissed at me, moving back a bit. ‘She might see us.’ I laughed at this show of modesty. ‘I bet she’ll want to see more than that tonight.’ ‘What do you mean?’ he asked as I pulled my trousers on. ‘You’ll find out,’ I said. ‘Now come on and we’ll have another drink as she’s dishing up.’ She had made dinner a very informal affair by setting the kitchen table for our dinner instead of in our dining room. I opened a bottle of wine and poured it out into the glasses already in.